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Intro F#m/A A F#m/A A F#m/A D/A F#m/A The street bears no relief F#m/A D/A F#m/A When everybody's fighting F#m/A D/A F#m/A The street bears no relief F#m/A D/A F#m/A With light so hot and binding. F#m/A D/A F#m/A I run the stairs away F#m/A D/A F#m/A F#m/A D/A F#m/A And walk into the night-time. F#m/A D/A F#m/A The sadness flows like water F#m/A D/A F#m/A And washes down the heartache. Em Dsus2 D Dsus2 D My heart is full, My heart is wide, Bm A F#m/A The saddest songs are played on the strings of my hear F#m/A A F#m/A D/A F#m/A The heat is on its own, F#m/A D/A F#m/A The roof seems so inviting. F#m/A D/A F#m/A A vantage point is gained F#m/A D/A F#m/A To watch the children fighting. F#m/A D/A F#m/A So lead me to the harbour F#m/A D/A F#m/A And float me on the waves, F#m/A D/A F#m/A Sink me in the ocean F#m/A D/A F#m/A To sleep in a sailor's grave, F#m/A D/A F#m/A To sleep in a sailor's grave. Em Dsus2 D Dsus2 D My heart is full, My heart is wide, Bm A F#m/A The saddest songs are played on the strings of my hear Em Dsus2 D Dsus2 D Dsus2 D Dsus2 D My heart is full, My heart is wide, Bm A The saddest songs are played on the strings of my heart
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